[ Log: Royalty in Detroit]

[michiganmauler]

[ The house was a white one with wide windows in the front clearly a renovated porch the bottom haves of the glass had blinds on the but the rest was exposed. The house was made of brick for the most part, once inside the porch there was another door and though that was the lundry room leading into the kitchen. Though it didn't look fancy and was clearly an older house. It had a lot of love too it. Clearly not a place Bobby made. Even if he did fix a lot of it up after the shot out.

The door to the Mercer house came open as Bobby Mercer; The Michigan Muller stood there on the otherside looking at the princess a moment before out the door to make sure she was not followed.] "Thought you were bringing your twin?"

he asked as he reached out to take her bags from her, no sense in letting a woman carry her bags in on her own. He may be far from a gentlemen but if Ma was alive she'd give him hell for disrespecting an actual lady under her roof.]

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[badassmercer.livejournal.com]

[ It was totally his mother's house, Bobby didn't own anything but his car, even that was registered to his deceased mother just a way of laying off the radar the best he could. Bobby was famous for being a fuck up.

When he took the bags from her he threw his head to the side after turning as if saying she was to follow him inside "Lock the door behind you Liz, and that's fine just I'll make sure to actually get her since you'll be here to remind me." He spoke walking through the house expecting her to follow. "I'll let you chill in Ma's room, I was going to let you stay in Angel's while he's out of the country but thought better of it. Speaking of Jack's not around right now either his band had some shit to do."

He explained heading up the stairs.]

[badassmercer.livejournal.com]

Bobby noticed it took her awhile so he peaked back down the steps to make sure she was alright and no one had burst through the door or something. Though the place had been pretty safe lately.

"Nah, I just got in from work awhile ago." he spoke making his way back down the steps now holding a leather jacket folded over his arms "I guess thats fine." Bobby wasn't the normal guy of 'let me pay' he knew for fact she was a princess so if she wanted too she could.

"The doors, make sure they stay locked when you're inside. This is Detroit. It's a dangerous place." He spoke as he snatched up his car keys slipping the jacket on. "What are you in the mood for?"

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"Do you not remember me telling you about my mom?" He spoke before he shook his head some "Don't worry about having to shoot anything, you're not getting blood on you're hands while you're in this house. Anything comes through that door it's flying back out." He spoke in a voice that showed he meant business. After all he just rebuilt the house after that shoot out he was not planning to redo that again anytime soon.

"Burger king or McDonalds?" He asked with a shrug cause that was pretty much his idea of american fod, though it gave him an idea that if she was still here when Jack got back they could totally have a baroque. "Well come on, oh I left your bags in the room upstairs end of the hall."

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"Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't either way its still a good idea here in America to keep you're damn doors locked. That's the first thing Detroit's finest ask if someone comes up in your home and kills someone." And see he took the hint raising an eyebrow a her as he did pulling it open "Another hint, you dont want people knowing your a woman from money don't wait on a man to do anything but take out the trash. And sometimes its fun to shoot at people you maybe never see. Just take my word for it."

"Ohh big time you had a Big mac, Wait till you have a whopper shit will blow your Mind Liz." Making his way out to the gold car he looked back tossing her the keys "Lock the dead bolt, its the key that will say master lock."